The endless life of Jerry Jones
He drinks, he whores, and he runs
Work is done day in, day out
The mouse on the wheel, the point of it all
Rolled on grass in foreboding ways towards a pretended goal
Do you like the pain
Misery
Defeat and chaotic emptiness
Never more this game of horns and shakes
The pit that you believe traps all, ends all
For if that were the end
What you have now
Would you want it
Would you chase ghosts and nightmare lives and rain clouds